The worst I've seen? I told you about those things in the dark under the mountain. I tangled with the cannibal clans of Manhattan, and I've seen them burn people alive in Black Rock as an offering to the Sun. The priests of the Wildcatters will drown a woman in oil for looking a Priest in the eye. Helped a Zapatista rescue a his village's kids before some mad bastards carved our their hearts and turned their skin into cloaks. Worse, there's plenty of.

But of all the crazy bloodthirsty bastards who've crawled up out of their holes since the world ended, there's one crowd I don't ever want to see again. We were running medicine and guns up near the Columbia and came across this little fort-town. It had been flattened, real siege work. Everyone there was dead. They'd dug a big ditch in the middle of town, and they'd filled it up with bodies. Except for the ones in the church and the synagogue - those they'd burned. Couldn't make sense of it at first. Plenty of bad news out in the Wastes, but most of it is loud, screaming crazy. This, was cold calculated crazy.

We ran into some of them the next day. Organized bastards, with those black uniforms and the skulls. Not trying to pretend they were anything except what they were. I didn't know at the time what the name was, but Merlin's read every book that's gotten in front of him, and he knew it. Nazis. No fucking kidding. They were talking to the guy we were bringing the guns and meds for, telling him how it was the dawn of the 10,000 Year Reich, how the end times had cleansed most of the undesirables already and it'd take only a little bit more work to finish the job, and then they'd have their great white utopia or some shit. Stupid fat bastard is standing there, nodding right along.

You've seen my crew. If we'd walked down there they'd have happily strung the whole lot of us up the next tree. So, we gave the dumb bastards their guns. They didn't even know what hit them. Unfortunately, the pack of assholes a few miles off heard it, and we got ourselves into a running fight for the next five days, dodging stormtroopers and skinheads until we hooked up with a Shoshone warband. Even then it was touch and go - most of the Nazi bastards were stupid and mean, but there were a bunch of them, and their bosses riled up the real hardasses to take us out. Managed to hook up with some Provisionals. I don't like them, and they don't like me, but there's enemies and there's enemies. It all came together in this little town near the Bitterroots. Don't know the name, but it doesn't matter. Place doesn't exist anymore. I've been in more scrapes and more fights than any ten Wastewalkers, but that was the first battle I've seen up close.

Like I said, most crazy out here is loud and obvious. A threat to the unwary or the weak, but a crew that has it's shit together can handle it. Those bastards who're marching around Sieg Heiling each other, they're as true believer evil as any cultist, but their madness tells them to get organized. And organized with guns and a cause is dangerous to everyone and everything.

Read somewhere that they'd been tossed into the dustbin of history, but now we've all fallen in after them. But they're not the types to make friends, and every hand up that way was raised against them. I'm hoping they've put that zombie back in its grave for good, because if they haven't, it's not going to stay put. It'll come looking for more at some point, and I don't know that we've got enough bullets for that.